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...Alex, because I love how she RPs in Geomancers, and her writing skills seem so advanced.

PART 1 (Twisted Sanity)

He sat staring at the night sky, letting himself be taken by it's beauty. The stars just seemed to forgive all, and not care for petty mishaps and errors. He sat still, letting the darkness wash over him. In that small clearing, he would have been almost completely invisible. Only the light of the stars gave him away.

Sighing, Metunius got up slowly and stretched. As much as he loved stargazing at night, he knew he was taking a great risk by sneaking out of the village at night. The lands around the village were wild and dangerous, or so everyone claimed. Metunius hadn't seen anything more dangerous in theses lands than a wild fox that had wandered into his clearing a few nights ago. But, it was still best to be safe. Picking up his bag, he got ready to leave. But before he had walked more than a few steps, he noticed movement in the bushes and trees nearby.

Whatever was in the trees had been there for a while, and had most likely been watching him. It may have just been a harmless animal, but just to be safe, Metunius took his knife out of it's holster and started to back away slowly, never taking his eyes away from the source of the movement. The bushes rustled again, and a small fox stumbled out. It looked at him thoughtfully, then wandered down to the river, just past the clearing.
Very odd, Metunius thought to himself. It looked just like that fox he had seen a few days ago.
In fact, thought Metunius. They're probably one and the same. He started walking towards the river for some reason; curiosity probably. But after walking a few metres, he remembered that the villagers were probably missing him. He was already out later than he promised...


PART 2 (Johnnydontgo)

...He was already out later than he promised, so he slowly put his knife away, still gazing toward the sparkling moonlit river. The tiny red fox soon disappeared from veiw, so Metunius turned and started toward home. The path through the woods was short, but full of twists and turns that could be dangerously confusing to anyone who wasn't familiar with them. But Metunius had taken this path countless times before, so that danger was all but forgotten to him. He wandered on past the giant oaks and creeping vines, all the while staring up toward the stars, trying to find this constellation, or that shining planet. It wasn't long until he was in front of his own house.

He opened the door as quietly as he could, so as not to wake up Grandpa. As he peeked inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. No candles lit meant no one was awake. He set his backpack down on the floor and pushed the door until he heard it click shut. Suddenly, a spark of fire ignited near the kitchen.
"Sit down, Metunius." Grandpa said while stoking his pipe. "Let's have a chat, shall we?"
I knew it was too good to be true, he thought, as he took the chair across from grandpa.
"I know I was out late, Grandpa, I'm sorry. But one of Mrs. Flatbottom's goats got loose, and I had to spend all this time try-" Grandpa held up his hand, and exhaled a great white billow of smoke. "I know full well what you were doing tonight, lad. It wasn't so long ago that I was your age, you know." Metunius supressed a chuckle and waited for Grandpa to continue. "You're young, and looking to explore. I know this village doesn't hold much interest for you. You want something bigger. Something more exciting. But you must understand that the Village Elders don't make rules just for the fun of it. And the rules must be obeyed. You cannot go into those woods after dark, no matter how safe you think it is." Grandpa inhaled deeply from his pipe, and set it down onto the table. "You'll have double chores all next week for breaking the rules, lad. Don't look at me so pitifully, you'd have it much worse if someone had caught you out there. Now go to bed. Tomorrow you've promised to help me build that fence out back." Metunius knew better than to argue, and sulked up the stairs and into his room.

Lying in bed, close to sleep, Metunius began to dream about the tiny red fox he'd seen twice now. So odd that he'd never seen anything larger than a raven living in that forest, until that fox. He wondered if the fox had a family somewhere far past his clearing, somewhere deeper into the forest where he'd never been...

"We need your help, Metunius!"

Metunius shot out of bed, staring at the window where he could have sworn he just heard someone say his name. He creeped over to the window, and saw nothing. He looked all around, perhaps someone had called his name then run away. But he didn't see a thing. Thinking about footprints, he looked down, and saw a tiny red fox with bright yellow eyes gleaming up toward him. "Please," said the fox, "Come with me. You're the only one who can help." Metunius stared, disbelieving. He tried to grasp the situation in his head. Alright, he thought, the fox can talk. And wants me to follow him. But I'm already in trouble, what if Grandpa comes to check on me, and I'm not here? Would he turn me into the Elders?
"Please!" pleaded the fox, "There's not much time before the sun rises!" His head was reeling, it was almost too much to process. He stared down at the fox, wondering what to do...


PART 3 (.:Requiem:.)

Metunius didn't hesitate long. Even if Grandpa turned him in to the Elders, he wouldn't be here. Besides, this was a fox, of all things, asking for his help. He checked to make sure he still had his knife, then clambered out of the window, landing beside the fox with a small 'Whumph!"

The fox looked him over quickly, then fled off into the night towards the forest, leaving Metunius no choice but to follow.

He had to move fast to keep up with the fox, who only just stayed close enough to remain within view. He was sprinting across a small clearing, when it seemed that the ground exploded beneath his feet. He flew backwards, landing at the edge of the clearing and instinctively drawing his knife.

When he looked up, it was into the red slits of a demon's eyes. The beast stood in the center of the clearing, staring at him. Paniced, he cast his gaze aorund, but the fox was nowhere to be seen.


PART 4 (Trinity)

Metunius sprinted away as soon as he saw the beast. The beast sprang after him, and batted at his ankles softly. He looked down in fear to see a cute black kitten with vivid red eyes, playing with his socks; who in turn gazed up at him with big innocent eyes. The kitten and Metunius maintained eyecontact for one split second. As they gazed at each other, the kitten grew instantly into panther size. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" he screamed as he ran through the clearing, being chased by the 'kitten.' The boy quickly scrambled up a tree to the very top. As he looked down, he saw the 'kitten', still panther size, sitting at the base of the tree looking upwards, calmly swishing its tail from side to side. Casting his gaze earthwards, he reviewed the three choices that he had.


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